my brain puddles as though stopped soaks in its damp, rising steadily as though going to some heavenly place where it’s safe from evaporating a constancy in reverse
brain storm fake lightning strikes and thunderings believes its puddles are wet and deep believes its windy sky with skudding clouds believes the wind is stronger than it is believes it can blow it away and gust it clean rainish
the heart knows the truth Love is stronger and steadier than truth Love defeats truth Love defeats evil Love washes us pristine and pure knows that rainish is mirage uncreated uncreative uninspired and dis-spirited knows that